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Black lungs, |
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took you in when you were young, |
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and everyone around you, |
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saw their sins so you measured up, |
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and you wanted to find out, |
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just how far you could go, |
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all i wanted was a real you, am I getting through? |
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If I was blind, |
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said that everything's fine, |
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would you kick me out the back door, |
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or would you show me what i'm looking for. |
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Holding out for a sign, |
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couldn't make up my mind, |
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would you kick me out the back door, |
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or would you show me what i'm looking for. |
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Black lungs, |
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saw your face when I called your bluff, |
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and everything around you, |
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dissapeared so you had to run, |
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you wanted to find out, |
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just how far you could go, |
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all I wanted was a real you, |
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Am I getting through? |
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If I was blind, |
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said that everything's fine, |
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would you kick me out the back door, |
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or would you show me what i'm looking for. |
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Holding out for a sign, |
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couldn't make up my mind, |
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would you kick me out the back door, |
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or would you show me what i'm looking for. |
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This is a conservation, |
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that we only learn to live, |
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and it make it alone, |
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but it can't really work. |
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If I was blind, |
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said that everything's fine, |
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would you kick me out the back door, |
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or would you show me what i'm looking for. |
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Holding out for a sign, |
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couldn't make up my mind, |
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would you kick me out the back door, |
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or would you show me what i'm looking for. |
